Bitter Sweet Revenge

A Threat

Five years later

"Ooh, baby can you pour me some more wine?" I asked Jeremiah, sweetly. "Sure thing, sugar plum." He sang, grabbing a bottle of Moscato and pouring more in my glass. I snickered. "You sound like such a dork whenever you call me that, Jer." "But I'm your dork." I grinned. "For almost six years now.""Cheers to graduation!" "Yeahhh!" We clincked glasses.

We rented a beautiful, white colored beach house and went on vacation to Hawaii to celebrate our college graduation together. We were both 22 and had the money to travel out of state like that. Not something that we were able to do when we in high school.

In a couple of months, it would be me and Jer's six year anniversary. I was surprised we lasted this long, but then again not that surprised. He kind of simmered down on that bad boy behavior over the years, because of me. But I know that was still somewhere inside of him, even if he didn't act like it all the time. He would even still hang out with Savage and Crazy here and there. But nobody called him Trigger anymore, except for his boys.

But what I loved about Jeremiah most was that he would never give up on me. He would love me no matter how bitchy or problematic I would act. Even back when I was an insecure teenager, he loved me until I learned how to love myself. And now I was ten times more confident. Because of him.

"I still can't believe you actually survived nursing school." Jer mentioned. I smirked and scratched my head. "It wasn't as bad as people made it out to be, Jer." "Or it's just because you're my sexy nerdy babygirl." He wrapped his arms around my neck and deeply smooched my cheek. "Whatever." I rolled my eyes hiding my smile.

"What about you Mr. future engineer?" He smirked, grabbing the tan blanket that was covering both of us on the living room sofa. "Yeahh, majoring that at Howard was crazy. Probably the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life." He rubbed his temple and sighed in relief.

I was so glad we both decided to go to Howard University together. Best decision we ever made. Not only did we get to spend every waking moment together when neither of us were studying for a test or procrastinating an assignment. But, we got to experience the HBCU culture together, and got exposure to the same student activities and we lived through the same, exciting college lifestyle.

"But enough about college. It's over now. It's aaaall about the future baby. With our careers, and most importantly me and youuu..." He leaned in and pushed his lips against mine, and we began making out with tongue. Then he pushed his body against mine, all the way down on the sofa and started to yank off my bath robe. We had just came back from swimming at the beach behind the house.

"Hey, wait... are we seriously about to have sex on somebody else's sofa?" I pointed out. "Remember, this house is a rental." "Oh yeahh, you're right. Let's move to the kitchen table." Jer grabbed me and carried me over to the kitchen, while I laughed hard. "That's not what I meant!"

He threw me on the marble table aggressively and pulled off the rest of my bath rob, threw it across the room, then started fingering me hard. I moaned. "O-oh my god, Jer!" He rubbed his finger all over my clit, then stuck his face between my legs and started licking me down like chocolate ice cream.

He didn't hesitate to stick it inside of me, thrusted hard, with his hand around my neck choking me. I muttered "slow down", but that only made him thrust even more strong. One of my kinks was when I told him "stoppp" or "slow down" and he would take that as me saying "FASTER".

Then he flipped me around and ate me from the back. Then he hit it from the back and hit my G spot and had me screaming so loud, that the whole beach could hear us.

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We returned home to our apartment in Malibu after a week long, relaxing, very beautiful vacation. When Jer went to go reach for our keys at our doorstep, I noticed that the door was already opened a crack. "Wait... it's already opened..." He jerked his head up, then immediately swung the door open.

"What the fuck?!"

The furniture was flipped over, the tv was on the ground, a few windows were shattered, broken glass and split wood was scattered across the ground everywhere. There was even graffiti all over the walls.

Our apartment had been trashed.

My heart raced in fear and anger.

"What the hell happened to our house?! Who did this?" I panicked.

"I don't know, but when I find out, I'm beating the shit out of them!!"

"I'm calling the police!" I pulled out my cell phone and began dialing the cops. When I walked a few steps forward, I noticed a part of the graffiti was a message. It was colored black in spray paint. I squinted my eyes and it read:

I'M BACK BITCHES! HAHAHA

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